False Moon 3: New Places
#3 of False Moon
Welcome back to False Moon! This chapter features Femdom, M/F, and anal play content. Additionally there are mentions of scars and self-harm.
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Julian rubbed at the cuffs on his wrists. It felt odd to be able to do so, even that small comfort having been denied to him for the past few days. He still had the magic restricting shackles on, but he was on a bed instead of chained to a wall in a cell. This was practically the lap of luxury in comparison.
He had even been granted water and food. Good food. Bread fresh enough that it was still warm from the oven, butter, raspberries, even some cheese. It wasn't quite enough after days of starvation, but he didn't dare ask for more.
And all it had cost him was two hours. He wasn't sure what Catherine's plan was, but she had promised him all this for just two hours obeying her without question. Two hours that he had been assured would not include his work or interrogation. Purely personal, no church business.
He knew he shouldn't agree to anything she offered. But with food in his belly he found it hard to fault himself for his choice. And by his estimation he still had a few minutes before his submission time started. A few minutes to worry about what Catherine wanted from him personally.
"I hate this dried stuff. Reminds me of the junk they would feed us slaves in the lab", grumbled Amber. Her, Mallory, and Alexander had been busy packing all of last night and most of this morning. It didn't help their progress that Amber and Mallory were so often needed elsewhere they could hardly focus on the task at hand.
Luckily Alex had come through for them and they were leaving on schedule. "We'll try to catch and hunt for most of the food anyways. It's a bit over a week's journey, so this wouldn't be enough food if we didn't", Mallory reminded her. She couldn't stop fidgeting with her own shackles. They looked exactly like the type that Julian wore to restrict magic, but were actually inert. They certainly made her look like a slave though.
Mallory also noticed that Amber hadn't put her cuffs on or taken off her glamour yet. They didn't take long to put on, but she was worried the mouse wouldn't want to apply them at all. "Amber, are you... are you sure you want to do this? You really don't have to go."
Amber stopped what she was doing and sighed. "Look Mallory, I know it will be hard. I know it's going to hurt. But this is Julian we're talking about. He's my brother, and I know he would do the same for me. They'll pay for taking him. I don't even want to think about how he's suffering right now."
Julian jumped in surprise when he heard the door to the room open. Catherine entered quickly, still wearing her robes. With those on all he could see of her body was how tall she was. Even for a predator she was big. "You have promised me two hours of obedience. You will give it, and in exchange you will have a reprieve. Am I understood?"
Julian nodded. This deal seemed almost too good to be true. And yet it only got better when she threw off her robes. Now it wasn't just easy to see how tall she was, but how powerful she was too. Toned by strict training, only the thick fur blanketing her body to hide her hard edges. That fur had two tones of grey, lighter on her belly and darker on her back. A smattering of even darker spots speckled her hands and feet while her hair was a shock of the same dark color as her spots, kept very short.
She smiled at him, a wicked look with plenty of sharp teeth showing. Julian gripped the sheets beneath him and tried not to let his prey instincts take over at the sight of something so predatory.
"Lay down on your back", Catherine instructed simply. Julian moved in spite of his fear, automatically putting his arms up so his hands would be easy to secure to the headboard.
"No, I am not binding you today. Unless you would like me to?" Catherine almost sounded like she was joking. But that couldn't be right, could it? "Do you want to be bound?" She asked again. Catherine usually did not like to have to ask things twice, but today she seemed unperturbed.
"Uh, no thank you Inquisitor", Julian responded, surprised to get a choice in the matter.
Catherine shook her head in response. "No. Your manners are good slave, but for now call me Mistress." The big lynx was at his bedside now and his eyes couldn't help but linger on her chest. Julian was a man after all, and the Inquisitor's breasts were very well sized.
She didn't stand around long though. Her large frame moved faster than it had any right to, moving from standing bedside to straddling his face in a flash. He was left close enough to see every detail of her sex, and smell it too. As much as he didn't want to admit it she was absolutely intoxicating.
"You will prepare me. Lick." Even without their agreement about submission he didn't think he'd have said no to that. Leaning his head forward he gave an experimental flick of his tongue along her slit, prompting a growl from her. He quickly backed off in fear.
"LICK. Not like a coward, or we will go back to torture. Make it worth my time." Julian quickly went in for a much firmer lick. This time he got plenty of her taste on his tongue and hated how much he liked it. In response to that the big lynx... purred? It seemed so unlike her, but there was no other word for it.
He took it as a good sign and licked again, waggling his tongue back and forth as he did this time. Catherine made another approving noise, leaning back as her eyes drifted shut. Julian hated to admit it, but this was turning him on too. His cock was fully hard, the predator's taste and scent too much to ignore.
There was a part of him that thought that he shouldn't be turned on by the woman who had tortured him, but his body had no such qualms. Catherine opened a single eye, looking back to notice his growing excitement. "Good toy", she purred. "But do not be so shy!" To emphasize that she pushed forward with her hips, forcing his snout inside of her.
Julian obeyed without hesitation, licking harder and moving his nose to pleasure her in as many ways as his face could. That earned another deep rumbling purr, as well as a more physical show of approval. Catherine reached an arm back to grab Julian's cock, her sharp claws fully retracted for now. Hands that had rent his flesh were now wrapping around his cock, gripping him with just the right amount of pressure.
Then she started to move her hand up and down and he simply couldn't contain himself. He moaned into her pussy, the vibrations sending shivers down Catherine's spine. Julian could feel her getting more wet, taste her arousal growing. With her taste in his mouth and her hand on his cock he was in bliss too, loving every second of being hers.
"Very good toy! See how good submission tastes?" She asked it knowing he couldn't actually answer right now, but he didn't need to. His enthusiastic licking was a much more effective use of his tongue anyways. He was rewarded with more stroking on his cock, a slightly firmer grip. Every one of her fingers sliding from his head to the base of his shaft, over and over again, up and down. Making him want it more with every stroke.
Catherine's breathing was growing heavy, excited. Her hips gyrated rhythmically, pushing into Julian's face again and again. He could feel her start to tense, growing more excited... then she suddenly pulled away. They were both left panting for breath, looking at each other expectantly.
Catherine smiled again, a far less predatory look this time. One could even be forgiven for thinking it was genuinely friendly. Her actions were certainly friendly enough. She took her hand off of his now fully hard cock and moved backwards until she was straddling his crotch. Hovering over him, so very close to his dick.
There was a delay, a short moment where the suspense built and built to an untenable height. The tension in the room absolutely palpable before she struck, lowering herself onto him in one smooth motion.
Julian and Catherine both moaned aloud as his cock slid inside of her, Julian's hard work licking being rewarded by how wonderfully slick and warm her cunt was now. Catherine also greatly enjoyed the feeling of something solid inside of her, fulfilling her desires far more than her fingers ever could. Officially those desires were sinful. But when she produced such good results she was usually left to her "work".
"See how good... see how good it feels to just say... just say yes?" Catherine asked, moving her hips up and down as she spoke. Her tight insides massaged his shaft, the musculature of her frame clearly not just on the outside of her body. He could have sworn her pussy was rippling on him in time with the movements of her hips.
"Y-yes Mistress", he gasped, his own body thrusting up into hers hungrily. He'd been given food to satiate one of his needs, but this was to quench something else altogether. He hadn't realized how desperately he needed this until now, but he also wasn't going to last long.
Catherine could tell. She could see him biting his lip, hear how he whined in desperation. Feel the quick, needy thrusts increasing in pace.
"Not yet little mouse." She chided him, pulling herself off entirely. Julian whimpered in need as he was forced to wait, all his time without release making him even more desperate. "Stay still", Catherine instructed. She wasn't away long though, just grabbing a small black ring before returning.
Of course Julian hadn't moved in that time, earning him another, "Good boy!" He wasn't sure why it felt so good to hear her say that, but it really did. Good enough that he didn't even mind that she was putting that ring on his cock, sliding it down to the base of his shaft. "Qinisa", she spoke the magic word and the ring tightened instantly, making him yelp in surprise.
It wasn't tight enough to hurt, but he certainly wasn't going to forget about it any time soon. "You should still be able to give seed through that. But I can not have you going soft too soon!" Catherine's voice was almost sing-song, clearly pleased with her little toys. Both the mouse and the ring.
"Now, back to business!" Catherine said as she climbed back atop her prey. Julian could only squirm in desire, desperate for more. It was a sight that pleased her greatly. And not just because he was well endowed for a small mouse. No, it was his desperation and need, need for HER that she enjoyed.
Their combined moans were just as loud the second time she settled atop him, but Julian could have sworn she felt even better this time around. That must have just been from how much more he needed it after being forced to wait. The poor mouse had only been a hair's breadth from cumming when she'd pulled herself off, and his desire had only grown in that time.
"Mistress I'm... I can't..." he groaned as his hips moved on their own, bucking up to try to reach his release.
"Good! Cum for Mistress. Feel the true bliss of submission!" She didn't slow down her hips one bit, just closing her eyes as she grew close to her own orgasm. Catherine put her paws on his chest, holding him down tight as she rode him hard and fast to that final burst of pleasure.
Julian couldn't contain himself. But why would he? He had her permission, her approval. The mouse moaned loudly, squirming fiercely as the pressure built and built until he couldn't take it even a second longer. He cried out as he came, bucking upwards to fill the strong lynx with his seed.
That look of pure bliss, the flood of hot cum was all that Catherine needed. She moaned out as well, one of her hands darting up to pinch her nipples and add just one last bit of extra pleasure as she exploded with her own orgasm. Julian was right about her kegels and other internal muscles. They were strong, and at no time could he feel them more than now. Massaging his entire shaft, almost overstimulating him as he came.
They both humped once, twice, three more times as they came. And then a simultaneous collapse. Julian falling back onto his pillow, Catherine leaning back until she was laying between his legs. Each of them taking a second to breathe and reflect on what they had just done. Julian enjoying his captor and torturer, Catherine knowing she was sinning in more ways than she could count. Yet neither of them regretted it.
Catherine was the first to recover. Sitting back up she looked down at the mouse with a sly grin. "And just think of it. This is all for but one simple yes. I have gave you so many pointless injuries for your no's, and I can give you so many pleasures if you just say yes. Do you understand me?"
Julian was a bit slow, but he nodded. That wasn't quite enough for her. "No no, say it. Out loud. Tell your Mistress."
"I understand Mistress", he responded simply. It was hard to think right now. And he still felt a bit odd somehow. Almost a little uncomfortable acqueissing to her like this.
"What do you understand, mouse?" She continued, taking on a bit more of her usual serious look and demeanor.
"I understand how much pleasure you will give me for saying yes."
That was the answer she was looking for. Catherine instantly went back to smiling widely, purring as she stroked Julian's chin ever so gently. "Very good, mouse. But I hope you do not think you would get away with just once. After all, I have a full two hours and I will make full use of them."
Julian finally realized what was off. That ring that had tightened around his cock had trapped his blood there. Even after his orgasm he had stayed fully hard, something Catherine demonstrated with a slow thrust. He groaned, feeling over-used with so little recovery time. He squirmed again, but this time it was to get away, not to get in.
He wouldn't get either though. This was Catherine's time, and she would use it as she saw fit. Every last second.
"I still think you look beautiful Amber", Mallory said as she planted a kiss on the forehead of the mouse girl wrapped in her arms. Amber had only finally put on her inert shackles moments before they left, and only taken her glamour off once they were outside the walls. Even that had worried Mal. They were safe here so close to Se Lalin, but glamours were very illegal.
Avoiding others seeing her like this wasn't Amber's greatest challenge though. It was seeing herself. Seeing the convincing recreations on her wrists, feeling their weight. They were better than seeing her scars, but not by much. And on top of it all, she knew she'd have to act reverent towards Alexander if they ran into anyone on the road or at the border.
"Thank you Mallory", Amber said quietly. "You look lovely too. I mean, you can't even see yours unless you disrobe."
That was true, but it didn't mean she was without markings of her own. Mallory's back in particular was criss-crossed with whip marks and the soles of her feet covered in scars too. Those targets were what bore the feline's history of abuse at the hands of others, but she was even less keen to talk about the knife marks on the inside of her thighs or on her wrists. Those had been healed too quickly to form large physical scars, but they weighed even more heavily on her conscience.
Mallory wasn't too worried about her scars though. What she was worried about was going back to where she had gotten them. Having to face the absolute worst parts of her past. She almost felt sick thinking about it, her chest tightening and her heart pounding.
She smiled serenely at Amber. "And the only people who would be allowed to see that are Alex and you, if you want." That playful tease of an offer was so tempting that Amber could be forgiven for not noticing how Mallory's voice cracked at the beginning of that sentence.
"You should call him Master now if you ever must. And maybe I'll take you up on that offer! It would be just like old times in these woods." Amber sighed, thinking back to when they first met. "I still miss it in some ways. Just us, free and on a grand quest to find a place we could be safe."
Alexander strummed his lute from the front seat of their carriage. The horses could manage their direction while he was distracted. "That could almost be a good song!" He commented cheerfully.
Amber rolled her eyes. "You say that about everything! And I swear if you start that secret mission song again I will make you taste that lute."
Mallory laughed, some of her tension drifting away. She wasn't going back there alone at least. Her friends would keep her safe.
"Say it!" Catherine snarled, lifting up her hips so that Julian could speak at all. He was still laying on his back on the bed, but Catherine had moved and was now facing the opposite direction laying atop him. His cock was still forcibly kept hard in front of her face, but that wasn't his focus right now.
"You are my Mistress, I obey you", he repeated the mantra as instructed. He'd lost count of how many times he'd been made to say it already, or how many overwhelming pleasures he had received for doing so. This time it was a lick on his cock as well as a little more magical power poured into the toy inside of his rear.
He'd initially been resistant to putting anything up there. But it was still her two hours, so he hadn't dared say no. And like so much of the night he didn't regret it. The toy was enchanted with a simple spell. When magical power was applied, it vibrated.
Julian wished he had known how good simple vibrations felt ahead of time. Even after Catherine had ridden him through at least a half dozen orgasms of hers and three of his, that simple buzzing had him melting for her all over again. Whining and whimpering, an entirely new type of pleasure to contend with.
Catherine was happy to please him. Truthfully she'd gotten a bit overwhelmed herself, but this gave her an excuse to back off. To make him use his tongue, an important training. It was already enjoyable right now, but what was especially nice was how well he took to instruction.
She couldn't expect the strength or vigor of a warrior, but she could use the cleverness of a scholar. Especially if that scholar was an anal slut. She pressed herself down hard as she pushed the toy deeper. Making it vibrate extra hard as it met his prostate, sending shivers up the mouse's spine.
Another lick on his cock before he was reminded yet again, "This is all for a simple yes. You see now I am not like the church wants of me. But I think you can agree this is much better."
Julian made a choked noise of pleasure before responding, "Y-yes Mistress." He barely batted an eye at calling her Mistress now. Especially when his own fourth orgasm was on the way.
Alexander glanced backwards and saw nothing, then turned back forward. After a short moment his head snapped back in a double take. He saw... nothing? But the tower, the buildings, the smoke, where was it?
"Um, Mallory dear? Could you check the compass? I think we got turned around."
Mallory frowned. How would that have happened? They hadn't left the road, they were hardly out of the... the glamour's range. "Oh, Alex- Master. Don't worry, we're just fine. It's just a glamour spell on the place. It's one of a couple spells that keeps us safe, the ones we renew every full moon. A glamour that large only works beyond a little ways."
Alex took a second before nodding. "Ooh, I get it. Like the kind you would wear, but for the whole place. Wouldn't that be useless if you knew where to look? Like, once one person finds it the jig is up."
Mallory's eyes twinkled. She loved talking about magic. "That's where the really clever stuff comes in. The most important spell isn't even the glamour, it's the perception charm. See, even if you know where we are, if you mean us any harm you just kind of, forget. Only those who want to help us even CAN know where we are. And if you write it down or put it on a map it just looks totally different to anyone not with us. Se Lalin is marked on many maps, but most people just can't see it. That's how we can go about our heathistic way of life."
"Or our free-loving way of life" Alex shot back with a grin. "And call me Master, kitten. Think of it as our chance to be kinky without anyone even knowing." Amber pretended to retch at that, which Mallory saw. She elbowed the mouse jokingly in retribution.
"Ow, uncalled for!" Amber said, sticking out her tongue at Mal.
"Want me to kiss it better?" Mallory shot back, making Amber blush.
"You know I do. But save it for camp later kitty."
"OH FUCK!" Julian cried out as his cock twitched in orgasm yet again. That buzzing was just too good to ignore. "Th-thank you Mistress", he gasped out as he writhed through his fifth orgasm of the day.
Catherine kept it buzzing as he came, slowly reducing pressure and vibration on the toy, then his cock. She was incredibly pleased at his progress, and the 10, no, it must have been 11 times she had came. One of those was twice in quick succession, she kept miscounting it.
In that time in the haze of that bliss she had trained him far more effectively than a whip ever could. He called her Mistress without thinking, but the suggestions she had truly put in his mind were far deeper. The connection between telling her yes and pleasure. The connection between obeying and bliss. Making the mouse know that submission brought pleasure.
"You are welcome toy. But sadly my time is complete. You have done well, but you only promised me two hours." In truth she had gone a bit over, but neither of them were keeping that close of track.
She sighed, shaking her head. "The greatest pity of all though is that we can not feel this way more often. Do you not want me more toy?"
Julian needed to take a deep breath before he could answer that. "I do want you more Mistress." How could anyone not after a time like that?
Internally Catherine smiled. Outwardly she stayed placid though. "You could have this. You could have this every night. But you need to assist me with your research."
Catherine let that hang in the air for a second as she put her robe back on, heading to the door. "You will have a meal brought tonight as well. In addition you sleep in this room. Tomorrow onwards I can make no such guarantees. Remember Julian, obedience begets pleasure."